When Death Tries To Greet You

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Okay, maybe he could think of a day more perfect. Naruto was reading a scroll, and his head was lying in her lap. She seemed at peace, humming softly as she took in the information from the scroll. Obito wondered what she was reading, so he voiced that.

"What's that scroll about?"

She paused her humming, eyebrows slightly furrowing. Obito's breath hitched, he was afraid he'd said the wrong thing. It hadn't been long since her first freak out, what if he caused another?

"It's a space time scroll, a rare one. You won't be able to find it in.. unguarded areas."

Obito hopped onto his feet, knowing good and well what this meant.

"You stole a forbidden scroll, Naruto?!"

Naruto looked away, before sealing the scroll back up. She looked at the distant trees, and then leveled him with a hard stare.
"I need it for something important."

Obito looked terrified, and looked around. His hand rose to his mouth as he anxiously bit the skin around his thumb nail. "Naruto you can't," he paused, looking around seemingly searching for his words. "You can't steal forbidden scrolls. Do you know what they could do to you?! I can't lose you Naruto, please." He placed both of his hands on her shoulders, shaking gently. "Please take the scroll back."

Naruto moved two steps back, rolling her eyes. "When did you become such a worrywart square, Obito? Fine, I'll take it back." Obito let out a huff of relief, and backed off too. They started at eachother for what felt like forever, before Obito brought up what happened the day prior.

"Of course I worry. Especially after what happened yesterday."

Obito had felt regret as soon as he mentioned it, she reacted fast. Naruto sucked in a sharp breath, looking at him in slight betrayal. "I didn't think you'd use a vulnerable moment like yesterday against me, Obi."

Obito reached out, their day had started out so great. Then he opened his mouth, and things went to shit.

Naruto stepped back, jerking harshly this time. "Save it, Obito. I'm going, don't follow me." And then she was gone. Like that. Obito stared at her after image, adam's apple bobbing violently. He felt like curling into a fucking ball, and crying. Their conversation had escalated so quickly, he couldn't help what came out of his mouth.

He slouched, forcing himself to walk to his house. His lonely apartment, now missing the presence of his best friend. He unlocked the door slowly, almost dreadfully, and drawled out a low 'I'm home.'

Usually, if she wasn't on any missions, Naruto would be there, greeting him after his training. He walked over to the kitchen almost robotically, and pulled out something to drink.

Obito poured a carton of milk into his clay cup, pottery made by his great grandmother. The cup was bright and happy, and right now he felt like the rest of his clan. He closed his eyes and brought the cup up hesitantly, as if he may be startled by Naruto bursting open the door. She didn't.

He drank the milk slowly, looking out the window. It was nearing night now, and he yearned for closure on their conversation. Any sign that they were still friends, that this could all be blown over by a few simple bowls of Ichiraku's. Usually she'd be resting on his window sill after breaking in, napping or reading. He realized that, she was always reading, seeking for information. He took another sip, before he tasted a clump. He spat the milk out, disgustedly wiping his mouth off with his sleeve.